She goes to stand up but he grabs her wrist and pulls her back down onto the couch, his hand finding her jaw.
“I want you naked and waiting for me,” he says sternly, and her heart skips a beat. “The way I’m about to eat your pussy is going to have you seeing fucking stars, baby.”
She tries to answer him, but no words come out, suddenly paralyzed by lust and anticipation.
Tristan helps her stand up and promptly gives her ass a hard smack, causing her to squeal.
“Go on,” he urges, a small smile on his lips.
She immediately goes upstairs and does as he says, quickly stripping her clothes and getting situated against the pillows, his words bouncing around in her head. She can already feel the telltale signs that her pussy is wet just from the thought of what he’s about to do to her.
Her breath catches when she hears his footsteps move up the stairs case, and then he’s in the door frame, just standing, staring, plotting.
She bites her lip nervously when he finally pushes off the doorframe and walks towards her. Before he reaches the bed, he tears his t-shirt off in one swift motion and then climbs on the bed, grabbing her knees to spread them wide so that he can settle between them.
Tristan sprawls out between her legs, pushes on her inner thighs to urge them open even wider, if that’s even possible.
“I love when you’re spread open for me like this,” he says breathlessly.
He takes his nose and gently runs it up her glistening slit, nudging her clit, and inhaling deeply.
Her cheeks redden furiously at the action, and she suddenly becomes very self-conscious that she’s been busy and running around all day.
Damn, I should have showered before he came up here, I didn’t know he’d do that.
But his words break her out of her negative thoughts, and her body fills with goosebumps.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he moans, giving her clit a firm, wet lick and inhaling again. “This fucking pussy drives me crazy.”
“Tristan,” she breaths out, unbridled lust coursing through her veins. “I need to feel your tongue on me, please,” she begs.
He decides he wants to watch her squirm and plead for mercy, so his touches and licks are teasingly gentle; just barely ghosting over her clit and she’s lifting her hips towards his face, but he just pulls back every time with a mischievous smile.
“Tristan, don’t torture me,” she warns.
“Oh baby, you look so good when you’re needy and desperate.”
He swipes his tongue again, letting the tip of his tongue dance ever so gently against her clit, letting a lazy trickle of saliva connect his tongue to her pussy as he pulls away, and the sight makes Tessa turn feral.
She abruptly sits up and pushes him against the bed onto his back, sprawled out on the bed completely helpless to her, and before he can make a move, she crawls on top of him and straddles his face. She sits her weight down on him, lining up her pussy with his mouth, and furiously begins grinding.
He moans out like a man whose been in the desert for days finally getting a taste of water, and his hands fly up to her hips and grips onto the supple flesh that he loves there so much. Every part of her is plush and soft, and it makes him go crazy.
His tongue works against her expertly, knowing exactly what she likes and what she needs. Tessa looks down at him as she grinds against his mouth, the filthy sounds of his mouth making out with her wet pussy and her shameless moans filling the room.
Within minutes she’s right at the edge, begging him not to stop.
His breathing turns heavy and his eyes get that determined, focused look that happens during games and her stomach twists with lust. He’s so fucking hot, dominating, and self-assured, even in regard to getting her off, and she loves it.
The beginning of her orgasm starts to creep up from her clit to the base of her spine, and a firm slap to her ass and Tristanmoaning against her clit is what tips her over the edge. Her body spasms and her head flies back, his name escaping her lips in a reverent whisper over and over again, until finally she comes down.
When she tries to crawl off of him, his hands on her hips keep her still.
“Stay on top of me,” he says, mouth glistening with her arousal, as he urges her body to move down his. “You’re so fucking sexy like this.”
She gets the hint immediately and shimmies down his hard body until she gets to his throbbing hard cock that sits heavily against his stomach. She grabs it firmly in her hand that looks tiny in comparison to the long, thick package he’s been blessed with, and when she slowly sits down on it, they both moan together so loudly it echoes off the walls.
“Atta girl,” he whispers, eyes turning dark. “Fuck this cock like the good little girl you are, huh?”
